As the two played a duet on zither and flute, Wu Huan gradually became entranced. Suddenly remembering the paintbrush still in her hand, she seized upon that intoxication of the spirit and began painting on the canvas.
Gradually, the evening sun sank westward before they put away their zither and flute, and Wu Huan laid down her brush, her painting complete. Beneath a peach tree whose blossoms shone against the snow, two figures appeared vividly: one sat leaning forward, gently plucking a seven-stringed zither, while the other stood with the grace of a jade tree, a long emerald flute in hand. Looking at it, one could almost smell the crimson peach blossoms and hear the harmony of zither and flute.
Meanwhile, Wu Daoyi had already sped through Silver Frost Forest for half a day. Along the way, he had fought several fierce birds, and with his formidable soul power and physical body, he had obtained several third-tier Beast Cores while suffering only minor injuries.
The Beast Cores in his hand still held some warmth, and Wu Daoyi's confidence, battered by successive setbacks, gradually grew strong again. This so-called Silver Frost Forest amounted to no more than this. Since beasts, birds, and Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures abounded here, he might as well reap a harvest.
His fighting spirit surged. Ignoring the darkening sky, Wu Daoyi sprang up to move onward, only to see an enormous python coil out from among the scattered rocks. It was precisely the Black-Horned Python he had been intent on finding. He wanted to prove to himself that he, too, could slay a fourth-tier Black-Horned Python.
However, the one Wu Daoyi encountered now was only a third-tier Black-Horned Python. Without hesitation, he slashed his longsword straight at its thick body. With a clang, the blow split